“I do not regret killing my father’s murderer.

I did what I had to, to protect my family and to honour him. He didn’t deserve what that monster did to him. No one deserves to have their skull smashed to pieces.

When I finally found him, after months of searching...I stared in the eyes of this ruthless bastard and I asked him the questions my mind had been so desperately clinging on to; I asked him why he did what he did…

And he just laughed. Laughed and laughed and didn’t stop. His haunting, hollow eyes were gleaming with malice, darkness. I felt my fury rising. I must have carried it from the day I witnessed my father’s death because it felt almost wrong to have so much contempt in my body at one time.

I raised my gun, the cold metal like ice against my skin, and without even thinking, pulled the trigger at once. I silenced the evil and it felt right. It felt like I did the world a favour.

So ask me again why I have no remorse.”